Ling Aoyu's murderous aura rose, and it seemed as if a volcano was about to erupt in his heart.
"Ye Xuan, what do you think of me Ling Aoyun? How could I, a core disciple of Moyun Sect, be without trust!
Ye Xuan smiled brightly, waved his hand, and chuckled: "Uncle Ling, you are a core disciple, but the untrustworthy person in this world has nothing to do with his status."
"Ye Xuan, you will pay a heavy price for your rudeness and what you did today." Ling Aoyu said coldly, with a light shining like a sword in his eyes.
Ye Xuan said: "Since Uncle Ling said this, he should leave a document to prevent you from destroying me in anger in the future."
Ling Aoyu's murderous aura rose and his momentum rose rapidly. He shouted reluctantly: "You have a kind of nature. OK, come with paper and ink."
He has always been arrogant and does not take anyone seriously, but today he is led by an outer disciple who has only cultivated his skills in the realm of mortal martial arts. He is really frustrated.
The two signed and stamped, explaining the conditions and agreements of today's spiritual battle. Ling Aoyu threw the brush hard towards the wall and directly penetrated the wooden wall.
"Can you start?" His face showed extreme annoyance with Ye Xuan, and he stepped towards Ye Xuan in one step.
Ye Xuan looked calm, with no fear and worry on his face, and he regarded his strength as if nothing had happened. "It's time to start."
He also took a step forward, his pace was no different from Ling Aoyu. Although his momentum was far inferior to Ling Aoyu, it contained an invincible belief that he would move forward forever.
The spiritual consciousness of the two people intersected between them, and the invisible sword of spiritual consciousness hit a tangible brilliant spark. Ye Xuan had already communicated with Jingtian in advance. He asked Jingtian to take action again when his strength could not be withstand it, because he had to consider the quality of his spiritual consciousness and the power of his soul.
After several collisions, Ling Aoyu's magic sword returned to the sea of consciousness. Ye Xuan's magic consciousness followed closely and entered his sea of consciousness.
Although Ling Aoyu did not defend his spiritual consciousness, there was a strong wall and clear field within the sea of consciousness, and he had already collected all the important information into the depths of the sea of consciousness. After Ye Xuan's spiritual consciousness entered his sea of consciousness, he also sat cross-legged. Shenque Kongming allocated all the soul power to the spiritual consciousness. At this moment, the spiritual consciousness and his thoughts and thoughts merged into one unity.
Ling Aoyu was not as serious as him, but had a sneer on his face and his expression was filled with disdain and contempt. In his opinion, a mere warrior in the mortal martial arts realm, no matter how powerful his spiritual sense is, he is far from his opponent.
He controlled his magical sword and blocked Ye Xuan's magical consciousness in the sea of consciousness. Ye Xuan felt an extremely powerful aura through his magical consciousness. The aura was cold and fierce, just like the cold sword that was unsheathed in the middle of winter.
But he was not afraid. The sword of spiritual consciousness trembled with a lightning sound, and rushed towards Ling Aoyu's spiritual consciousness like lightning.
The two swords intersected, like two magnets of the same pole, repelling each other and launching a sharp attack on the other side. Ye Xuan's soul power is different from that of ordinary people. He is born as a king-level soul. In addition, he is mysterious in his birth, and the jade beauty helped him condense several times. His quality has long surpassed the strength that a martial artist in the ordinary martial arts realm should have.
The power of the soul is mysterious and powerful. It can not only be used alone, but most importantly, it can be incorporated into the spiritual consciousness and increase the quality and strength of the spiritual consciousness.
Ling Aoyu's cultivation was much higher than Ye Xuan, and his spiritual sense was naturally far higher than Ye Xuan. But what he didn't expect was that under his fierce attack, he did not scatter Zhongxuan's spiritual sword, but instead felt a kingly aura. He was shocked that this son was indeed extraordinary, and his spiritual sense was so powerful that he was just as strong as he was. In addition, he would definitely be an amazing warrior in time. Thinking of this, his face turned a little gloomy.
He sneered and thought to himself: "Ye Xuan, if you have a way in heaven, if you don't go, if you have no way in hell, you will come and surrender. Since you are looking for death, I, Ling Aoyu, will fulfill you. It is also a good thing for me to be able to kill you who has the spirit of the king in the growth stage."
As his thoughts fell, he also sat cross-legged on the ground, his spirit and spirit united, and he looked like he was facing a great enemy.
Li Ruolin stood not far away from the two of them, and naturally observed the changes in Ling Aoyu's expression and attitude, and a haze rose in his heart. He clenched his hands tightly, and his heart was sweating for Ye Xuan. According to normal circumstances, no matter how powerful the spiritual consciousness of any warrior in the martial arts realm is, he could not be the enemy of the spiritual consciousness of the Xuanwu realm warrior. But Ye Xuan knew that there was a tiger in the mountain, but he was on the way to the tiger mountain. Could it be that he really had an unknown killing move?
Although he was extremely anxious, he could only watch and couldn't help, and he couldn't even see how the two of them had a spiritual battle.
Ye Xuan felt the fluctuations of Ling Aoyu's spiritual consciousness energy, and the sword of the spiritual consciousness became more solemn and sharp. The green light surrounded Ling Aoyu's spiritual consciousness sword, emitting a cold and sharp murderous aura.
"If you seek death, I will fulfill you. Today, I will not only kill you ruthlessly through my spiritual sense, but also I will devour your spiritual sense and soul."
Ling Aoyu's voice was in the sea of consciousness, but Ye Xuan just sneered softly and did not respond to him. This made him extremely manic. Ye Xuan's attitude made him unbearable, and he repeatedly ignored him, making him feel crazy.
"kill!"
His roar and the sword of divine consciousness burst out with a cold light, illuminating his entire sea of consciousness.